Hastur is caught unaware and falls to the ground with an undignified thump -- but if there's one thing demons can do, it's take a fall. "Oh, we're playing rough now, are we?" He growls. He doesn't quite get up more than he oozes, rapidly expanding until he's a gigantic multiheaded maggot, dripping with slime and pus; each head has a mouth as well, all lined with with sharp teeth. Hastur's a Duke of Hell and he is not to be trifled with. "Crowley," all of the mouths say in unison. "Either you point me to him or you get out of my way."